The Amber Sword

Brando wanted to ask what he would know soon, but at this time, a figure suddenly appeared in the void, interrupting the communication between the two.

That was Dark Coward, who sat on the back of a silver giant wolf, looked up at the crystal wall of the world, and then turned around and looked at Brando, and suddenly sighed: "Lord, you look like such a wolf. ”

“Coward!” Brando shook, “What are you doing here? ”

“At dusk, the wolf walks forward. Shouldn't I be here?” Dark Coward replied, "By comparison, Lord, we are in a hostile position. In your current state, you are not my opponent. Aren't you afraid I will take your life? ”

Brando frowned when the silver giant wolf of Dark Coward suddenly said: "Lord is a good man, you cannot kill him, you promised me. ”

The sound of a silver giant wolf is crisp and beautiful, like a string of silver bells landing on the ground, and there are some voices, Brando immediately recognises that it is the voice of good Coward.

Looking at the two sisters, he suddenly understood and asked, "When Rusta led the wolf to evil, did you mean it? ”

Dark Coward nodded naturally.

“So that's when you knew Roman was the will of the Dragon of Dusk? ”

“I knew it the first time I saw her.” The young girl smiled: “Only the lord is so stupid and cute. ”

Brando rattled his fist and if he still had the strength, he would have chosen to punch this damned wolf. As to whether the other person was a woman or not, he couldn't take that much into account.

“You look angry," Dark Coward sneered. “You don't know how happy I am to see you like this, but you have no chance of revenge, because I'm going to kill you soon. ”

“Sis! ”

But Dark Coward was deaf to her sister's words, and she jumped off the silver coyote's back, stood in the void and stepped closer to Brando.

Brando strained his body immediately. He knew that his relationship with the other party was not as harmonious as it had been. The coyote had been bitter and hateful about the battle in the Dead Frost Forest. Although he had once showered her and the good Coward, it was clear that the other party would not necessarily appreciate it.

“You have so many enemies.” I can't help but complain in his head: “This is Essex's daughter, you left them behind and didn't kill them. You're not really obsessed, are you? They're wolves. ”

“Ms. Tiamas.” Brando answered unfaithfully, "Where exactly did this woman think she was going? He didn't kill Dark Coward because of his promise to Minos, the god of giants, and of course he didn't have to deal with the good Coward.

Dark Coward approached step by step, and she grinned and raised her right hand. Her palm and pointed index finger seemed like a sharp blade, but she was about to do it, and suddenly the white light flashed, and another figure appeared beside Brando, reaching out to stop him.

The first thing Brando saw was a brilliant silver hua, a young girl drooling from the back of her round head, silver hair scattered across her bare shoulders and back, down to the concentrating waist limbs and a healthy layer of pink underneath her skin.

With her bare feet, the perfect curve of her hip-to-snow-white thighs unfolds in Brando's curtains, stepping in the void, unbridled, but hardly blasphemous.

A pair of pointy ears swayed over the girl's head, leaning slightly, smiling and reaching out to stop Dark Coward, answering:

“Sister Coward, you can't kill this man...”

Brando used to think it was a good Coward, but then he distinguished it from the wrong voice, and a good Coward's voice sounded pure and pure, like an undisclosed teenage girl. But the young girl's voice was narrow and, although equally crisp and clean, always seemed to be toned.

Dark Coward looked coldly at the girl who appeared before him and said coldly: "Timmy, this has nothing to do with you. Get out of the way. ”

“That's not good," replied the silver-haired girl with a smile. “Right, Timmy? ”

“Yes,” she nodded. “You can't go against your mother's will, Sister Coward. ”

“Shut up, you crazy bitch!” Dark Coward doesn't have a good airway: “I don't care what the deal is between my mother and my poor 13th sister, I'm going to kill him, it's not about Lord Twilight Dragon, it's not about you either, it's our personal vendetta. ”

“Is that so, sir? ”

The silver-haired girl looked back at Brando slightly. She had nothing on her, only her silver-haired hair drooped over the proud two peaks and her flat, firm stomach down.

But the young girl was not shy at all. Instead, she was very elegant, as if she were a mythical goddess. She looked at Brando, and her eyes were filled with the light of inquiry. But when Brando caught sight of the girl, he couldn't help but faint in his head. He found a soft glow in his eyes, and the silver eyes, like a blooming lily flower, were extraordinary.

By the time he returned, the silver-haired girl's slightly icy lips had split from his lips, and she held her hand against his chest, gently pushing her body away from him, smiling at him with some slyness.

Brando stayed, and of course he understood what had happened before, but he seemed to have lost that memory, and when he came back to God, everything had happened.

“I'm sorry, Mr. Brando, but I can't convince my stubborn sister otherwise. ”

She turned back and replied to Dark Coward:

“Well, my lord is now my lawful husband, can't you let me be widowed, dear sister? ”

“Timmy!” Dark Coward jumps like Ray: “Are you going against me? ”

“You're not my opponent now, dear Sister Coward,” Timothy replied with a smile. "Besides, the other Sister Coward doesn't approve of what you're going to do now. Are you going to fight me alone? ”

Dark Coward looked blue and iron, and immediately shut up, looking only cold in this direction.

Brando had not yet returned from the previous shock, and the first thing he thought of at the moment was not that Ashes' twelve daughters had caused a problem of disagreement, but that his subconscious had looked somewhat vainly in the direction of the sealed businesswoman.

He always felt that the space seemed a little more dull, and the magical tide that swept outside the elemental barrier became more violent, and the sound of the rumbling deep in the void began to rise high, almost overwhelming the quarrel between the two wolves.

For a moment, he always felt that Roman was staring at himself with his eyebrows up.

But White had no sympathy for him, falling into the downhole stone path: “Are you excited that you were licked by a dog? ”

“Shut up, that's a wolf--" Brando doesn't have a good airway.

“All the same, did you create an urge to mate with her then? ”

“Ms. Tiamas, please weigh in. ”

“If I remember correctly, is that your fiancée?” Answered with a whispering voice, she smiled and pointed to the crystal wall of the world not far away.

Brando was even more speechless, but what was strange to him was that it seemed that the woman was not scared at all. Theoretically, if she died, she would be buried with her. Or is it that the other side has developed a tendency to destroy itself and is it necessary to bury herself with her?

He could only change the subject: “Don't you think it's strange that there doesn't seem to be that much harmony between Acis and her daughter? ”

“Isn't that normal," chuckled Baek. “It seems that Esis has ambitions, and she's always had this idea, and after the Sixth War, she was able to stay in Eruin as an entity for a long sleep, indicating a lot of problems. ”

“What!” Brando was slightly surprised. Although the player had also fought Essex and her twelve daughters in Amber Sword, dusk had not yet arrived, it was merely a confrontation between the world of order and the scourge of wolves. From then on, there was no such insight, but he had no doubt that the woman would lie to herself, because now that she wanted to, she didn't make any sense.

The power of chaos is incompatible with the world of order. Although some clusters, tribes and nightmares will remain more or less in the world of the dominant substance after the war, Essex herself has symbolized a law and existence, and the higher her coexistence with Warnde, the less loyalty she has to chaos.

After the sixth century, Dusk was wounded by a heavenly knight. Isn't it true that Essex slept long in the rings of the wind in a tangible form, which means that she was herself accommodated under Martha's laws?

That's too much of a problem.

“She wants to betray the Dragon of Dusk?” Brando couldn't bear to ask.

“I think it's not just that simple," smiled subtly: "As far as I know, Martha stole her blood and left the witches a human legacy, but this was acquiesced to by Essex. I doubt what kind of agreement she made privately with Martha, maybe she wanted to be Martha, not necessarily. ”

Brando was so shocked by this heavy news that he couldn't speak for half a day. He was stunned for a while to ask what he wanted to ask, but at this time, the white voice suddenly got a little serious and said to him:

“Don't talk, don't worry about those two little wolves. Get ready for the shock. Your little fiancée might get angry. ”

“What?” Brando stunned.

But as soon as his voice went down, he heard a crisp ‘click’.

He turned horrified, raised his head, and opened his eyes to a terrible crack on the crystal wall of the world not far away. The forces of darkness immediately swept out of it and swept toward him, toward the two wolves, toward the entire world of Vaughn.

That moment.

The whole world vibrated for it.

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